* A virgin Story *

CHAPTER 15

"Steph wait !"

She turned so quickly. With a serious face. Why she's made at me ? This girl really terrify me.

"What do you want Joe."

"I'm sorry this is not what I meant"

"Okay"

"Okay. I have to go now"

Steph's POV :

What. No no no no. He can not go right now I need him.

"Wait Joe. You're not completely forgiven. You have to walk me home"

"Okay but you have to tell what happend"

"Okay"

- - - -

We were walking for 10 minutes now in silence. Until he start the conversation

- So tell me

- tell you what ?

-you know what

- it's just that my dad turned out to be just not really my dad. My real dad left us when he knowed that my mom was pregnant. George was his best friend so he takes care of us when-

- wait. This is a lot to handle

- tell me about it

- slow down. The only thing I understand is that George, who seems to be the one who kicked you out, is not your dad

- that's the important thing

- look I'm really sorry about everything that happend to you. I'm really honest.

- maybe that's weird, but I know you are

- you are a strong girl

- bulshit

- and I'm honest about this too. First, you lost your virginity and you was strong enough to hide your feelings and not show it. Than you were strong enough to handle your dad who kicked you out. Most of people suicide after this. And now, you are still alive, handling that the man you lived with him your whole life being not your dad.

- you know what, about the first thing you said. Losing my virginity didn't hurt me actually. I was just afraid about what my dad will do. Losing my virginity wasn't that bad for me. It was good. I felt free.

- you didn't told me this earlier, I would fucked you. Not for me but just to feel free again.

- you're so fucked up.

- not more than you

- yeah that's true

- hey I didn't said this to make you sad. I was just joking. You're not that fucked up

- really ?

- yeah. So what you gonna do about your dad ?

- I don't know. What should I do ?

- talk to him. I mean, he raised you for 18 years old. Well 17.

- that's okay I'll turn 18 next week. And yes you're right. Thank you for everything Joe. Really thank you. You made me better.

- stop thanking me. It's a pleasure.

- this is Rebecca's house. Good night

- one thing. Never cry again. It doesn't help see how black your eyes are. Good night Stephanie.